Leopold Suzki - Can't Stop Rapping

Check my calendar, it's beat up bitch ass day
Only time I'm smiling when I leave an opp with the sad face
Girl tryna hit the club, I thought you had class today
Talkin' bout they ran the money up, I know a faster way
Way I'm rappin' make the producer go adjust the pace
Yeah, they gave me the evil eye, so I had to go adjust they face
I don't work at finish line, but everything I sell is laced
I put the syrup in the soda way before I'm sayin' grace
Only thing I'm addicted to is big booty bitches
Know they hate the way I move because I move with no permission
I just fucked a wig off her, now we got a perm missing
Big ass blunt inside my mouth, yeah, me and sherm kissin'
Okay, time is up, time to go and hit the next flow
Way this girl be talkin' to me? She say, what you doin' step bro
Bitch, I ain't your bro, and I ain't your dad neither
Way you been actin' lately, I think we should call the preacher
Only way the pounds touchdown, when I'm wide receivin'
All the opps, odd todds, they ain't gettin' even Steven
Gotta leave a Bible open, when she suck it, she a demon
She just ask me, when you gonna post me? I said, keep on dreamin'
Keep on thinkin', have a open mind
Diamonds on your brain, I just wanna see your soul shine
White ho from my city, and I just think that she so fine
Look her in her eyes and tell her one day you gon' be on mine
I'm a little bit too possessive
I can't take the blame, where you movin', it's just too suggestive
Okay, I been talkin' too much, time to get right back on topic
All this ice around my neck, just call me Davy Crockett
I'm movin' different
I'm on them Broward County Tic Tacs
We smokin' shit in a glass pipe, blowin' the Lord's bowl
They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm him
Gotta let my homeboy talk, he just had to say his peace
Bitch, we flyer than a cockpit, bitch, we flyer than some geese
Banned from Hilton Hotels, cause I'm fuckin' up they sheets
If that bitch ain't get no dick from me, her life is incomplete
I'm the Don Juan, ride my wave like Ron Jon
I might fuck a cheerleader while she hold her pom-pom
Think this bitch is on some
All the opps get they hoes from www.imabrokebitch.com
All the opps still smokin' Swisters
All the opps still usin' Windows Vista
All the opps really fuckin' on they sister
And that shit despicable
Bitch, if I fuck with you, better act like you ain't never got some dick before
They gon' try to figure me out, but I'm just too difficult
If I see the opp with some Rick Owens, I grab a different coat
My fashion on a whole different level, whole different story
My shit like a skyscraper and you stuck down on the floor-y
She like, Suzki, you remember me
Psyche, call me Dory
All these stones on my body thought I was workin' at the quarry
I might be camera shy, but today I'ma let you go record me
Codeine and Ramones, yeah, we gon' call it Rick and Morty
Love it when I talk, goin' on a tangent
All the opps got two gigabytes of RAM and like three kilobytes of bandwidth
Slap him in his face and now he banished
I just copped ten pounds? I ain't askin' what's the damage
That shit is of no concern to me
Bitch I'm in it, do it urgently
Bitch, I'm too cold, ain't no burnin' me
Are you up yet? Yes, bitch, certainly
Why you wanna know? You got eyes inside my pockets
Muhammad listened to me talkin', said, fuck it, you the prophet
If I'm the plug, then my city is the socket
I like cars how I like my women, all them bitches topless
I just get inside a booth and stay ten thousand percent honest
When it come down to the grind, you know Suzki always on it
When it come down to the grind, you know Suzki always on it

Written by:
Stanley Torres

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